Audio Download Whitey Bulgar MP3 by NBA Youngboy
- Song Title: Whitey Bulgar
- Artist: NBA Youngboy
- Genre: Hip Hop
- Released: 2023
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NBA Youngboy Whitey Bulgar Lyrics
I need to talk to Mike Laury
Hello, this is Mike Laury (Thieves, thieves)
Double-A flexing
I'm on these
Alright, I'm ready, I'm ready
Woo (Oh), I say murder (Oh, oh)
I say, I say they, yeah
They ain't ever fucked with me, yeah
Them bitch-ass niggas was playing games from the jump
Just like these dog-ass hoes
Yeah, you already know how it go (This Is The Sound)
I'm wearing these new Diesels fitted (New Diesels)
My murder clothes (They my murder clothes)
Throw society up both my middle fingers, bitch, I ain't hov
Top say, “Y'all go step on shit” (Step on shit)
So the case closed
I say, “Put that belt on me, I cross five souls”
Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much
Don't discriminate, kick that front door, I say, “Off 'em” (Said I give 'em knowledge)
I told my Baba that they cannot fault him (Wallahi)
Yeah, Channel Nine, this a murder for real
Slang that Draco and somebody get killed
Gravedigger, yeah, they know what it is
They gon' send me to that island for real
Real nigga, he won't stop if they hate
Real hitter shoot that stick at your face
Pallbearer, I be raising the rate
Red eye, it won't be a fair chase
She gon' die for the ride, even though that her life be a risk
In that front, ain't no stopping, I up and I'm popping
A nigga might die in this bitch, might die
I know ten, ten, shh, fuck how wild it get
Brand new .223, it hold a whole hundred
I said, “Herm, pull on side on that bitch”
They ain't playing chess, they be hiding from hits
Tell on me, you gon' die, my friend
Like I'm broke, stolo sliding up in it
After doing a drill, change the firing pattern
PTR with no hollows in it (I'ma bring the hearse out)
You a gravedigger, you gon' kill 'em after, we gon' bury 'em then
Society wanna join, he a snake, kill a man
I'm wearing these new Diesels fitted
My murder clothes
Throw society up both my middle fingers, bitch, I ain't hov
Top say, “Y'all go step on shit”
So the case closed
I say, “Put that belt on me, I cross five souls”
Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much
Don't discriminate, kick that front door, I say, “Off 'em” (Said I give 'em knowledge)
I told my Baba that they cannot fault him
Feeling like they ain't fucking with me
Mad mane leaving blood in the streets
Dawg, mane, came only for green
Pray it up, we gon' pray ‘fore we feast
At the club, searching round for one chain
Upping one click, more than one it might be
We ain't here to party, we just scoping the scene
Talking soon as it end, one gon' die ‘fore they leave
About playing with me
I got my fire, fuck H.P.DI'm in that eye, I'ma shake the scene
I'm in that Nawf, right where you not
Where you think I ain't nothing, I probably sleep
Running circles around everything, plan on catching me
Still got no time for anomalies
Steady picking out shit, who was saying they gon' step on me
After the fact, they can't even breathe
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much
Don't discriminate, kick that front door, I say, “Off 'em” (Said I give 'em knowledge)
I told my baba that they cannot fault him
Oh, oh, oh, oh (This Is The Sound)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh
Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much
Yeah, I say, “Off 'em”